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Big Easy Teleported

Big Easy Teleported

Give me a lever
And I can move New Orleans to Quebec
Far from the goldenrod
So noses don’t sneeze
Except for when the weather gets nippy
And snow settles on Bourbon Street
During Mardi Gras of the soul food
With parade floats frozen in time
On their roll on icy roads to perdition
With the marching girls dressed in hooded parkas
But their legs in sheer stockings
For maximum viewing pleasure
But minimum cold exposure
All this and more at your local teleportation store
Where even whole cities can be moved cross continent
The crescent city freed from subtropic swelter
Except that below the belt from exotic Rhumba dancers
Where French is the official language
For a city once under the Bourbons
When casket girls filled the streets with joy
Written by goldenmyst
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